A/N: I've seen a lot of fanfics (slash and otherwise) in which (a) Erestor is the quiet librarian/secretary and Glorfindel is the exuberant warrior – it's not that I don't like it, but something new would have been nice. Since I couldn't find anything, I decided to write my own. And (b) there are many fics detailing the relationship of these two after several millennia (see earlier parentheses), but so few writ out beginnings. So, written for you and I, with many, many, hopes for reviews (and that I won't get bored and stop in the middle).
If I've made any mistakes- let me know! I really do appreciate constructive criticism.
Disclaimer: If I could write something funny here, I would. In the meantime . . . Tolkien, none of it was, is, or ever shall be mine- save that which I make up due to lack of knowledge.
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"Whom did you say has become Lord Elrond's chief advisor?"
"A Noldor named Erestor," Lindir answered.
"How would you describe him?" asked Glorfindel.
The bard took his time before carefully replying, "Erestor is a most unique individual."
"How so?"
"Ah," Lindir tried to think up a reply that would not get back to Erestor. Granted, the words that came to mind when people thought about Erestor might possibly be taken as compliments by that elf. However, he didn't want to influence Glorfindel's thinking. He spotted a multi-colored blur cartwheeling rapidly down the corridor in their direction. "Erestor is- look out!"
The warning came too late. Glorfindel and a Noldorin elf were lying on the floor in a tangled heap. The dark haired elf was the first to get up.
"Elbereth! I'm so sorry I've knocked you over. Should I know your name?" Glorfindel was attempting to rise from the floor. He shook his head. "Are you hurt? Your leg? Here, I'll help you to the infirmary." The dark haired elf turned to Lindir. "Linwen, help me carry him." Glorfindel knocked the Noldor's hand away, his gray eyes the color of stormclouds.
"Do not touch me." Glorfindel spoke the words calmly enough, though Lindir shuddered at the look in his eyes. "Lindir, will you help me to the infirmary?"
"Sorry, Linwen. I'll go find Elrond." And the Noldor dashed off down a different corridor.
As Lindir helped Glorfindel off to the infirmary, he apologized for the dark haired elf's behavior. "Lord Glorfindel, I am sorry that you were knocked down on your first day at Rivendell."
"You did not knock me over. I do not blame you; why are you apologizing?" This question, spoken in even, measured tones, was forced through gritted teeth.
"Ah," Lindir was trying his hardest to answer that coherently. Being around Glorfindel had that effect on a large number of beings. Aside from his asking difficult questions, Lindir knew from experience that while Glorfindel did not make friends easily, Valar help you if he counted you his enemy. He attempted to distract Glorfindel as they walked. "How was your trip? Are any elves besides yourself visiting Imladris from Lothlorien? How are Galadriel and her family? How is Cirdan? Did you pass by Numenor? Have you spoken with the new Numenorean king, Ar-Adunakhor (Imladris has been rather busy of late)? What-"
"Lindir, who was that elf?"
Lindir swallowed hard. He wasn't sure precisely what Glorfindel intended, but on the other hand, Linwen? Although Lindir knew that the cartwheeling elf was extraordinarily absentminded, and gifted with an ability to entirely forget one's name- Linwen! "That was Erestor."
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A/N: Yes, I know it's short. But please bear in mind that I haven't written a fanfic in a while. More should be coming either by the end of this week or by the end of August (whichever is first).
The reason Lindir is so annoyed is because the translation of his name approximates as "a singer." The approximate translation for Linwen is "singing maiden."